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Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Too Many People Named Alex

[Shanghai, night – Ferret is walking down the dark alley that connects his compound to the main road. There’s a Figure walking towards him in the shadows. He’s dressed nicely in a collared shirt and slacks with a light scarf slung around his neck. Ferret can’t make out his face so well, but he’s sure he’s a foreigner. Suddenly, in the dark light he appears to be Ferret‘s friend, Alex, a foreigner who recently moved into his alley. He calls to him as they pass each other.]



[The Figure stops, undoes his earplugs and turns to face Ferret.]



[It’s not Alex.]


Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you looked like someone I know. Somebody named Alex.


But my name is Alex.


[very embarrassed]

It’s another Alex. Sorry.

[Ferret scuttles away, embarrassed.]

posted by ferret at 11:52 am  

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